If only you could see through the eyes of a person,
If only you could hear her silence,
If only you knew her mysteries and revelations,
Then maybe, just maybe, you would understand all the things that were long-concealed.

But I guess, all these deep cries and agony,
All these- and the quiet sorrow
only deserve to be written
and kept hidden
on the slate of misery and forbearance.

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